I color at the sweet remark you made,
the same one as the night before.
Your eyes, they grasp the firelight,
the flames extending their warmth to hold me tight.
It’s a moment I’ll cherish always
and one that keeps my heart beating.
It’s a moment as vivid as the first time,
a time when I knew fate had made you forever mine.
I hold tight a memory that’s served me well,
long beyond the pain fading.
I treasure the days that came before,
for they’ve sustained me long after you were no more.
©January 2016, Christina Anne Hawthorne